Zhao Xiaole stood on the altar, looking far into the distance.
Because it was still night, the light was not bright.
It is best to carry out the bombardment after dawn, so as to avoid accidentally injuring the poor and ordinary people.
Although, Zhao Xiaole really wanted to blow up the third prince's mansion directly.
After thinking about it, I decided to wait until dawn.
Zhao Xiaole called over the gunner who had bombarded the Dongchang last time, "Under these visual conditions, if I ask you to bombard the Dongchang, will you miss the target?"
The gunner immediately stretched out his thumb and made a series of gestures.
No one taught him this move.
He turned out to be self-taught without a teacher.
It can be considered a talent.
Zhao Xiaole did not rush him and waited patiently.
After making some gestures, the gunner said: "Sir, if it were somewhere else, I can't guarantee it, but as long as I keep firing from the same angle as last time, I can guarantee that it won't miss!"
Zhao Xiaole also observed during this interval. Except for Dongchang, all the houses in other places were sparsely lit.
The probability of missing is very low.
"Okay, I'll leave these three artillery pieces to you. Point them at the East Factory and fire them for me. Don't save me the shells. If I don't shout stop, you won't be allowed to stop. Keep firing until dawn!"
"yes!"
After receiving the order, the gunner immediately directed the three artillery pieces and aimed the muzzles at the gate of the East Factory.
Zhao Xiaole then ordered Zhang Xiaoyi: "Separate a musketry team and stay to guard the fort, while the others are responsible for transporting the shells!"
"Bring me all the artillery shells from the West Factory here, Zhang Xiaoyi, I'll leave this matter to you!"
"yes!"
After Zhang Xiaoyi received the order, he immediately organized the musketeers and set off.
Transporting the artillery shells is very simple. In addition to following the two trucks of artillery shells that were delivered, the West Factory is still working overtime to make the artillery shells.
In order to prevent the firepower from being interrupted, Zhao Xiaole was in urgent need of more artillery shells, and a lot of them were stored in the warehouse of the West Factory.
Zhao Xiaole asked people to pull them all over.
The artillery was quickly adjusted.
Under Zhao Xiaole's order, the three artillery pieces fired together. After firing one round, they immediately had people prepare to fire the second round.
The gunners responsible for loading and igniting were divided into three shifts. During this period, no pause was allowed and they had to fire continuously.
As a result, the deafening sound of cannons resounded throughout the capital. On this night, the entire capital trembled in response to the sound of cannons.
…
Du Jiang.
The commander of the Dongchang Jinyi Guards.
The third prince gave him the order, and he completed it very well. He burned down the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion and made the third prince feel bad.
This time, the third prince really regarded him as his right-hand man and as his own son.
Du Jiang was naturally happy too.
However, these will never satisfy him.
He is similar to those shrewd Jin Yiwei. He has long known that the third prince is a fool. What future is there for following such a fool?
Many people in Jinyi felt betrayed.
In fact, many people have resigned and left.
They couldn't stand what the third prince had done, and some of them missed their former coach Ren Xiaoyao.
Whatever the reason, these people chose to leave.
Du Jiang watched them go happily.
He is a little different from others.
What others saw was that there was no future for following the third prince.
Du Jiang believes that the future is earned by oneself.
Why must you leave your destiny in the hands of others? Why not work hard for it yourself?
How long does it take to go from an ordinary guard to becoming the commander he is now?
Only God and Xie Jiang himself know.
When he heard that Dongchang was going to be rebuilt, he was more excited than anyone else.
He still remembered the day when Ren Xiaoyao came to Dongchang and gathered them, the old men of Jinyiwei, together.
And tell them that I will be your chief instructor from now on.
I will lead you to bring the glory of Jinyiwei back again!
Xie Jiang was very excited at first, but later he felt dissatisfied. The glory of Jinyiwei lies in power, and Ren Xiaoyao's cautious style was far different from what he imagined.
He told Ren Xiaoyao his thoughts, but what he received was a scolding.
Ren Xiaoyao told him that the road must be walked step by step and the food must be eaten one bite at a time. Don't always think about eating a big fat man in one bite.
However, how long did Xie Jiang wait for this opportunity?
How can you let yourself miss a good opportunity?
Impossible.
Xie Jiang soon discovered that although the actual power of Dongchang was in the hands of Ren Xiaoyao, Wang Yuan had been eyeing it.
Relying on his keen political sense, Xie Jiang realized that instead of suffering under Ren Xiaoyao, it would be better to find an opportunity to rise to the top and put his treasure on Wang Yuan.
He took the initiative to hook up with Wang Yuan.
And he made the right bet.
Today, he is the powerful commander of the Imperial Guard, and he is also the biological son of the third prince.
The kind of son who can't be kissed anymore.
His current status is the pinnacle of glory that he once dreamed of. However, being a son also has the suffering of being a son.
Du Jiang must run errands for the third prince in order to get a steady stream of fatherly love from him.
If that errand goes wrong, my biological father will immediately turn against him and become a stepfather.
Du Jiang did not complain. Whatever he got, he had to pay for it. He had no objection to this.
Moreover, he also hopes that he can give more.
He wants to ask for more.
Du Jiang's eyes were cold, staring at the capital's defense map on the case.
While others were busy robbing, he was studying how to occupy the main thoroughfare in Beijing and guard the throat.
In addition to dealing with the prince's men and horses, he also had to guard against the Queen Mother's imperial army, which only had 2,000 people.
They are the most elite troops in Jingyang.
The private armies raised by officials will be massacred in front of them.
The good thing is, there are only two thousand of them.
The bad thing is, there are two thousand of them!
After taking control of the situation in the capital, the Royal Forest Army would become the third prince's biggest enemy. Du Jiang thought for a while.
I feel like I have everything under control.
He couldn't help but chuckle. After he took control of the Jin Yiwei, in order to restore the glory, with the support of the third prince, he began to expand his recruitment crazily.
From the 2,000 people in Ren Xiaoyao's time to the 5,000 people now, although there is inevitably a mixture of good and bad.
But numbers are the key to victory now.
"Wang Qianhu?"
Du Jiang shouted, but after a long time, no one answered.
When Du Jiang was confused, the governor stood up and replied, "Sir, Wang Qianhu hasn't come back yet!"
"Not back yet?" Du Jiang couldn't help but frown.
Logically speaking, Sun Qianhu changed defense only an hour ago, so he should have been back long ago!
Just when he was about to send someone to inquire, a guard in Jin Yi rushed into the East Factory in a hurry.
When he arrived in front of Du Jiang, he knelt down and reported: "Sir, it's not good. Sun Qianhu and others and a group of private soldiers are all...all dead!"
Du Jiang's pupils suddenly shrank, he slapped the table and asked: "What did you say? When did the people from the Ministry of War launch an attack?"
